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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.