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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.