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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.