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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Mars,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.