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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.