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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Visage to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.