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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.