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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
DNA,
AZ,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.