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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
John Holt,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.