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 Czech Republic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.