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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.