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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.