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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Wire,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.