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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.