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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.