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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Quantec,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.