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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.