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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.