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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.