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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Wire,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.