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 Oman 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Japan,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.