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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.