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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.