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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.