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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.