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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.