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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.