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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Swans,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Franke,
Television,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.