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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
UT,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.