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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
MC5,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Nico,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.