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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.