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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.