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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.