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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.