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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.