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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.