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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.