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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.