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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.