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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.