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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.