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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.