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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.