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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.