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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.