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 Serbia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.