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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.