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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.