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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
the Association,
The Martian,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.