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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Television,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.