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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Malaria!,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.