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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.