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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.