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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Organ,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.