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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.