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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.