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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Index,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.