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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
UT,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.