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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.