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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.