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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
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.