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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 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 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Pole,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.