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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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 Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.