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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.