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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.