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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.