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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.