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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.