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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Liliput,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.