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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.