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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.