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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.