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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Fear,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Nas,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.