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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.