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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.