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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
UT,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.