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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.