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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
ABC,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.