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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Japan,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.