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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Busters,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.