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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.