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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fear 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.