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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.