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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.