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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.