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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.