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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.