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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.