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 Uganda and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.