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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.