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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.