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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.