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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.