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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.