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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.