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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Sandy B,
X-102,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.