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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.