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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.