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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.