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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.