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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.