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 United States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.