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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.