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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.