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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.