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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.