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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.