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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.