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 Burkina 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.