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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.