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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.