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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.