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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.