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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
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.