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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Index,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Franke,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.