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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.