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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.