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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.