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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.