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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.