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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Swans,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.