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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Wire,
the Germs,
Q65,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.