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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.