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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Ituana,
Japan,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.