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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.