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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s 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 Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.