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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.