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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.