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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.