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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.