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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Television,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.