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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Pole,
Magma,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.