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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.