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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Television,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.