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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.