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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
the Association,
The Remains,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.