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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.