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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
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.