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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.