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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.