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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.