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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.