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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.