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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.