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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.