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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.