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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.