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 Estonia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.