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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
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.