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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.