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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.