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 Congo 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Can,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.