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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.