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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.