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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 MDC to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Magma,
Neu!,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.