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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.