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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.