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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Association,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.