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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.