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 Botswana and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.