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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.