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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.