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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.