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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.