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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
ABC,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Faust,
Interpol,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Nico,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.