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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All JFA 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.