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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Jandek,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.