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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.