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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.