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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.