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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.