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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Residents to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.