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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.