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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.