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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.