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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.