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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.