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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.