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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.