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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.