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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Y Pants 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.