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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.