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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.