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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.