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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.