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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.