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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.