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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.