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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Franke,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.