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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.