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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Wire,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.