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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.