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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.