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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.