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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.