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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.