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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.