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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.