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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.