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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.