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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
The Evens,
X-102,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.