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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.