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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.