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 Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Organ,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.