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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.