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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.