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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.