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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.