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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.