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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.