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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Index,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.