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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.