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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.