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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
June Days,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.