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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.