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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.