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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.