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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.