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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Index,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.