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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.