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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.