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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.