Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.