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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.