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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.