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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.