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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.