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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Doors,
Television,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.