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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Mars,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.