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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.