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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.