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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.