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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.