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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.