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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.