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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Q65,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.