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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.