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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.