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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.