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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.