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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.