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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.