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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.