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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.