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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.