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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.