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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.