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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.