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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.