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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.