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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.