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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Nas,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.