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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.