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 Niger 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.