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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.