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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.