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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.