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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.