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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.