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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.