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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.