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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.