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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.