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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.