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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.