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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Yaz,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.