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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.