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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.