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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.