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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.