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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.