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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The Move,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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.