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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.