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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.