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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.