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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.