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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.