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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.