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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.