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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.