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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.