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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.