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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.