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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Names,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.