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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.