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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.