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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.