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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.