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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.