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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.