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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.