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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Can,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.