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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.