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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.