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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.