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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.