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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.