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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.