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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.