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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.