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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.