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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.