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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Kinks 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Busters,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.