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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.