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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.