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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.