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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.