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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Swans 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 techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.