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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Television,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.