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 Czech Republic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.