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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.