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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.