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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.