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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.