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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.