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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.