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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Fear,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.