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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.