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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Scion,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.