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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Chrome,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.