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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.