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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.