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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.