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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.