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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
the Association,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.