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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.