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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.