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 China and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.