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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Index,
Nils Olav,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.