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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Gories,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.