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 India and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.