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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.