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 Greece 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.