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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.