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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Pylon,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.