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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.