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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.