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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.