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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.