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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.