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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Visage,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.