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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.