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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.