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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.