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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban 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.