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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.