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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.