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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.