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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
ABC,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.