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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.