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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.