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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.