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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.