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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.