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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.