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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.