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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
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.