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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.