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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.