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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.