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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Television,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.