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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.