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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.