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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.