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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.