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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.