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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.