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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.