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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
The Victims,
Visage,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.