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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.