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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.