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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.