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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Move,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.