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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.