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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.