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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.