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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
PIL,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.