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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.