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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.