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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.