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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.