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 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gories 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.