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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.