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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.