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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.