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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.