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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Scion,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.