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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.