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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.