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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.