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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.