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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.