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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.