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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.