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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Crime,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.