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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.