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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.