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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.