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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.