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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.