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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.