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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.