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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.