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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.