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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.