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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.