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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.