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 Philippines 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.