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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.