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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.