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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
UT,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.