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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.