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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.