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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Swans,
Television,
Kayak,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.