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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.