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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.