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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.