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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.