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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.