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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.