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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.