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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.