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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.