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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.