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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.