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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Yaz,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.