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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Wire,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.