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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.