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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.