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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.