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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.