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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.