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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.