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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.