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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.