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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Can,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.