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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.