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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.