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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.