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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.