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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.