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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.