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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.