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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.