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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.