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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.