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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Scion,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.