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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.