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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.