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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.