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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.