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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.