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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.