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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.