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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.