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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.