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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Names,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Pagans,
X-102,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.