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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.