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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.