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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.