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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Pole,
JFA,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.