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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.