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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.