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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.