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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
X-102,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.