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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.