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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.