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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.