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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.