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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.