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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.