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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.