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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.