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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
The Fugs,
New Order,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.