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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.