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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.