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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.