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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.