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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Oneida,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.