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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Move,
Smog,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.