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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.