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 Libya 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.