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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Index,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.