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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.