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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.