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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.