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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.