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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.