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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.