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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.