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 Poland and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.