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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.