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 Botswana 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.