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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.