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 Panama 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.