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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.