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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.