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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Unwound,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.