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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.