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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.