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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.