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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.