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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.