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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.