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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.