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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.