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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.