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 Mali 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.