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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.