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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.