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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
the Association,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.