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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
UT,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.